ancient martial arts emperor

Chapter 32 Boudoir!

The moonlight was not clear, and the star marks disappeared. Ye Fan was physically and mentally exhausted, and he felt dizzy. He could no longer calm himself down, and finally passed out in a daze.

I don't know how long it took before Ye Fan gradually woke up. When the five senses and six senses recovered one by one, a faint fragrance first entered his mind. He didn't rush to open his eyes, and recalled what happened in his mind. What, my memory stayed on the night when I met Zhong Han.

This is his instinct. Ordinary people, at this time, first open their eyes to look at the surrounding environment, to see what is going on with themselves.

But he didn't, he was thinking, because he knew that he had woken up now, if the other party had any intentions or malicious intentions, it might be his only choice not to open his eyes to let the other party know that he had woken up. It's the first opportunity.

The strength of Guwu Douhuang is no longer the capital for him to survive, so these experience of avoiding danger and refuge, and the warnings left by so many experiences are his most precious wealth.

At this moment, he listened with his ears and felt it with his heart, but apart from the faint fragrance here, the only sound coming from his ears was the crisp sound of birdsong outside.

What the hands felt was the softness of the bedding.

After confirming that there was no one around here, Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes.

Slightly frowning, a light pink hue came into view from the surroundings. My place was on a bed with pink curtains on all sides. Looking at the bedding, it turned out to be quite bright in color, even on it. There are also some flowers and plants embroidered.

This, this is a woman's room, could it be Zhonghan's residence?
This thought was Ye Fan's first feeling. He lowered his head slightly, and he actually showed his chest and back, and lifted the quilt to let go. Although the pants were gone, the pants inside were still his own.

How is this going?

Ye Fan sat on the edge of the bed and muttered. He looked at the wounds on his body that had scabbed over, and there were no less than a dozen of them in disorder. He knew that Zhong Han might have saved him. At that time, even if you didn't meet bad people when you fainted on the street, you would definitely die if you bleed profusely.

But what is she doing for?
With a hint of doubt, he gently opened the curtain beside the bed, and looked out through the gap. The room is not small, and it is surrounded by pink style. The sun has just risen outside, and the sun shines along the wooden window Projected in and sprinkled on the ground, slightly dazzling.

In the middle of the room, there is a not too big, but very delicate incense burner, with green smoke rising slowly, and he knows that this refreshing smell comes from it.

Ye Fan did not act rashly, but closed the curtain, rested his mind, and began to use his ancient martial arts. Apart from healing his wounds, the most important thing was to restore his strength.

If Zhong Han has any intentions, he can't run away, and he won't just leave you in the house and leave it alone. Therefore, the most sensible choice now is to use the limited time to increase a self-protection policy. capital.

The kung fu practiced by Ye Fan is an ancient internal cultivation method called Aohun, which combines the essence of a 10-year civilization of him as an ancient martial arts emperor, and the moves he knows The same, they are all unheard of by people of this civilization. The difference is that this internal cultivation method can be used by him now, but external moves, such as his favorite Jiuxuanaojian Jue, cannot be used without a certain amount of internal strength.

According to his calculations, if he wants to start recovering the Nine Profound Sword Art, even if it is the moves in the first layer, at least the output of battle energy should be at the strength of a heavenly fighter, and the output should be above 250 degrees. But now, his output It can only reach about 170 degrees.

As time passed, Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes slightly closed, and his hands moved slowly. There was a light blue air flow surging all over his body. This was the fighting spirit characteristic of Ye Fan's practice. As the blue grudge continues to deepen, his strength will also continue to increase. Of course, if he hides intentionally, it will not be so easy to be seen by others.

The injury is getting better and better, and the surging internal force is nourishing every inch of his skin. He can feel that his wound has been treated by others, and it should be done by Zhonghan. Thinking of this, Ye Fan felt a little bit more. Confuse.

There was a slight sound of footsteps, which made Ye Fan vigilant and listened carefully. There should be no more than three people coming.

Ye Fan hurriedly lay down on the bed again, and then closed his eyes.

He could feel that the curtain beside the bed was being lifted slightly.

"Sister, this is the master you said defeated Stegosaurus?" A simple and honest voice came to Ye Fan's ears. According to his thinking, this person should be Zhonghan's brother.

As expected, Zhong Han's answer came from below.

"Well, it's him, he's from the Ye family."

"Oh? A member of the Ye family, the Ye family has never had much contact with the royal family. What is your intention in bringing him here?"

"Hehe, you don't understand, he has been expelled from the Ye family, and now he is already alone. Isn't such a person the one we most need to recruit?"

"Hiss... look at this kid, who is only eighteen or nineteen years old. Could it be that my arrogant girl is also treating this brat?"

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking nonsense? You brought him into your private room, and I'm still talking nonsense? But I want to warn you, sister, I don't care about other things. You must be more careful when dealing with people from the Ye family. If something goes wrong, I can't solve even a small one."

"Don't worry, he is... you go first, I will take care of it myself."

With a long sigh, the footsteps of the middle-aged man sounded again, followed by the rustling sound of the bead curtain, Ye Fan knew that Zhong Han should be the only one in the room.

After a moment.

"Strange, really strange, it stands to reason that he should wake up."

Zhonghan looked at Ye Fan carefully, and frowned slightly. Suddenly, Ye Fan, who was lying down, opened his eyes suddenly. Zhonghan was subconsciously startled. Cheng Zhuo grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms with a little force, while the other hand also made a claw shape, strangling Zhong Han's throat.

Zhong Han is 25 years old this year. She has been taking care of the arena for a long time, and it is already an instinct for her to stay calm in times of crisis.

Slightly stunned, Ye Fan's speed of action was really unexpected.

At this moment, she was not in a hurry, and she leaned against Ye Fan's body.

A faint fragrance came, and Ye Fan didn't expect it to be this effect, he hurriedly retreated, and put his arm on her lower back.

Zhong Han smiled lightly and said, "Hehe, is this how you treat the person who saved you?"

Ye Fan was slightly taken aback, and relaxed the strength of his hand a little.

"Where is this?" Ye Fan asked.

"Hehe, are you pretending to be stupid? Can't you see that this is my boudoir?" Zhonghan laughed.

"Do you like this very much? Well, it's up to you." After finishing speaking, Zhonghan leaned back again. Ye Fan really had no choice but to use force with one hand to eject Zhonghan a distance of one meter. .

(End of this chapter)